Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry

Some people never leave our thoughts. “You are always on my mind.”

You are always on my mind. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love may be gone. The tattoos of love will always be with us                   … Continue reading

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Drunk man calling

Drunk man calling A Poem by Coyote Poetry Funny how we remember faces and places when alcohol open the door to memories.        Drunk man calling It is 3 am in the morning.… Continue reading

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Highway 80 west stories. Chapter seven. Good conversation.

Highway 80 west stories. Chapter seven. Good conversation. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Ancient people can teach us how to live.                       Highway 80 west stories. Part eight.  Conversation with new friends. The… Continue reading

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For Christina May Shanaberg. Can’t forget the kind Poets who are missed.

Christina May Shanaberg left  our world 8 June 2012. She was a friendly voice and friend on Writer Cafe. These are her poetry. We must allow her words to live so she will… Continue reading

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USA teaches the youth death before love. “Killer on the road.”

Killer on the road         A Poem by Coyote Poetry What good and bad we do in a life. The scars will always stay with us. Young men and woman… Continue reading

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Tender loving care

Tender loving care A Poem by Coyote Poetry Real love is given without the desire of reward.                                      Tender loving care She had big blue eyes. She sat on my lap at the… Continue reading

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We do dig our own grave. “Two out of three ain’t bad.”

Two out of three ain’t bad. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Lonely are the people who wasted love and friendship. Two out of three ain’t bad. I was sitting alone in a Austin… Continue reading

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My beautiful Brigitte

                      Beautiful Brigitte (Few people touch our hearts who want nothing in return. I was thankful 34 years ago and today for my blue… Continue reading

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My last stand will be in New York city. New York city make the mind come alive.

My last stand will be in New York City. I want to go to New York City. Sit on a park bench where Leonard Cohen sat with Joplin. Whispering stories of things to come.… Continue reading

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Sacred places and sweet dreams

Sacred places and sweet dreams A Poem by Coyote Poetry Memories are like good red wine. Become more valuable with time and separation.     Sacred places and sweet dreams She traced my skin… Continue reading

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